my nipple as he lifted his head. “You’re mine until Monday morning.”
I watched him slide downward through half-closed eyes. “Is that what I agreed to?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t get with possessive crap like that.”
He laughed and dipped his tongue briefly into my belly button before moving down farther. Without any warning, he pushed his tongue into me again. I jerked against him briefly before forcing my body to still.
He used his thumb to separate my labia to find my clit. I shuddered against the calloused flesh and nearly swallowed my tongue when he started to rub my clit in tiny little circles. The man was turning me into an idiot with just his thumb. I rocked against the intense and centered pleasure of it briefly and then stilled as he pressed his tongue once more against my entrance. My flesh gave way to his invasion immediately.
My hands clamped onto my aching breasts as I moved to the tight rhythm he was creating with his tongue and thumb. I used my fingers to pinch my nipples until they hurt; the stimulation was overwhelming, but I was past caring. I felt it building, and I surrendered to orgasm as soon as it would let me.
He licked upward until he met my throbbing clit and grazed it gently with his teeth before he raised up, slid both hands under my ass to lift me, and pushed his cock into me slowly to the hilt. I was weak with pleasure and the need for more.
Mathias gently rested some of his weight on me and started to move inside me while I wrapped around him. It was so easy to give in to him and the hot, needy pleasure he created. What was it about this man?
He pulled from me abruptly. “Fuck.”
“Yeah, you were doing a great job.” I sat up and glared at him, disgruntled.
Laughing, he ran his hand down the side of my face. “You’re a challenge, that’s for certain.”
I watched him grab a condom from the nightstand. “Oh.”
He rolled the condom on with ease, and I reached out to him. Pulling him down with me, I spread my legs to cradle him as he slid into me. It felt so right, so perfect, having him pushing inside me, becoming a part of me. The man was taking me over and I reveled in it.
3
Sitting on my closed toilet behind a locked door is not my style. I haven’t done that since I was in college. In fact, I think I might have done it only once even in college. Hiding after sex was not mature or worldly. I’m a modern woman with self-confidence, strength, and dignity. So I had no reason to hide, yet I was.
I didn’t feel so damn modern and worldly. At least not as worldly as a woman who had just fucked a near stranger twice should feel. I’d actually forgotten to make sure there was a condom. I’d never, ever in my life gone that naked with a man. Birth control wasn’t an issue, but I hadn’t given the first thought to STDs. I hadn’t even bothered to ask him about his past.
He could’ve lied, of course, but modern women asked those questions. Neither one of us had asked. We’d just jumped on each other like animals in heat. Self-lecture aside, I didn’t feel guilty about the actual event. Still, there had been few times in my life when I’d made such a decision without a lot of thinking.
My body still tingled with the pleasure of him. I stood up and glanced around my bathroom. It needed to be revamped, especially if I was going to take to spending a lot of time in it. I went to the vanity and picked up a brush. My hair, which I kept about about four inches all over my head, was standing on end. I tamed it the best I could, washed my hands, and braced myself for the naked man in my bed.
The naked, hung like a horse, beautiful man who had turned my tidy little world upside down in a matter of hours. It was clear that I would have to send Mathias packing soon. I unlocked and opened the door. He was sprawled on the bed staring at the ceiling. After a few seconds, he turned his head and looked at me. Send him packing? Maybe on Monday morning.
“Food?”
“Shower. Food. More of you.”
I laughed softly. “Sounds like you’ve got your afternoon agenda all planned out.”
“I’m a planner.” He stood from the bed and glanced around at his abandoned clothes. “I’m going to have to go down to my car.”
“So, condoms weren’t the only things you brought with you?” I went to my closet and pulled out a robe to put on.
“No.” He grinned and pulled on his jeans. “Clothes and the rest of the box of condoms are in the car.”
I looked toward the nightstand and saw only two condoms remaining. “Well then, you go get our supplies and I’ll figure out something for lunch.”
He walked to me, his shirt dangling in his hand. “I’m wondering if you’ll let me back in.”
“It’s not Monday.”
He touched my face and leaned down to kiss me. I met his mouth way too eagerly and groaned against him as he pulled me in. Finally, he lifted his head and sighed. “Monday is going to suck a little.”
Yes, it was. I walked him to the door and then went into my kitchen to consider my options. I shopped for one and had for years. I was in no way prepared to deal with a guest, mostly because I didn’t have guests. Not ever. I had a “dick on the side,” but I always went to him and never spent the night. Now I’ve got a freaking man in my apartment, and my modern-woman lifestyle didn’t mesh with cooking for a man. Damn it.
A cursory check of my cabinets yielded nothing more than a slight concern over my daily vitamin intake. I really needed to start eating better. Living on fast food and bagels wasn’t a good lifestyle choice. Of course, I knew I was fixated on the food question so that I wouldn’t have to dwell too much on the sex question. It wasn’t like me to fuck a stranger, which was why I always kept a man on the side. That way I wouldn’t have to resort to a one-night stand when I needed sex.
Yet there was a man on his way back to my apartment who had spent the better part of the morning inside me and I barely knew him. Most of what I knew I’d learned from his brother, Shamus, and those things weren’t all that intimate.
Did I want intimate details? I was beginning to think perhaps I did, and that was not a cool thing in the least. It would be easier to get rid of the man if I didn’t involve myself in his life. Easier? The thought made me laugh. Already it was clear that there would be nothing easy about Mathias Montgomery, and maybe that was part of the attraction. He certainly was not the kind of man that I could pigeonhole and keep in a certain part of my life.
I went back to the door when he knocked and let him in. “I don’t have anything to cook.” My frown quickly turned to a glare as I watched him laugh. “It’s not funny.”
“Jane.”
“What?”
“That’s nothing to frown over.” He motioned toward the bedroom. “Let me shower and we can consider our ordering-in options.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Of course not.”
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